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Myron Gray entered the master bedroom and searched for her. He noticed the thin back standing in the cold on the balcony, hugging her chest tightly in fear and loss. He approached her grabbing the coat from the stand. Meesha Kyle quickly wiped her tears away when she felt a heaviness on her shoulders. Putting the coat on her shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck. Her long hair was flying through the air, and he inhaled the intensely attractive scent of her body. Meesha Kyle was disgusted but did not respond. "How many times have I told you not to stand alone in cold? You are unwell. What if you catch a cold?" He asked in his hoarse voice. "I would like to die in winter better than sleeping with you." She said coldly and walked to the bedroom. M